It is more pitiable once to have been rich than not to be rich now.

Some delicate matters must be treated like pins, because if they are not seized by the right end, we get pricked.

When our friends are alive, we see the good qualities they lack; dead, we remember only those they possessed.

The true worth of a soul is revealed as much by the motive it attributes to the actions of others as by its own deeds.

The wonderful fortune of some writers deludes and leads to misery a great number of young people.

That prudery which survives youth and beauty resembles a scarecrow left in the fields after harvest.

There are some errors so sweet that we repent them only to bring them to memory.